So, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the works of my mom, the photojournalist.
First up, the truck. Now, I'm not sure if it's blurry because my dad and the truck were in motion or because my mom was motion. Let's hope it was the latter for safety's sake. Or, perhaps it's blurry from the tears my mom was shedding over me moving away. No, that can't be right. My parents were really eager to help me pack up and move. Like, super eager. (just kidding)
I'm not entirely sure how all of this is going to fit in a studio apartment. The photo below actually shows about 1/4 of the stuff I currently have in a Budget truck outside. Unloading tomorrow should be interesting.
I told my parents that, since they're up here, they might as well just handle the DC side of the move too and can call me when it's over. My mom didn't think that was very funny. But, "go big or go home," amiright? (Except, please don't go home yet - I need help!)
There was one member of the family who was not very helpful. She was confused and frightened by the whole ordeal. Poor Gracie.
Thanks to this wonderful crew (plus my mom, not pictured) for spending the morning loading up the truck. Yes, that is a "Wesley Crushers" t-shirt my dad is wearing. And, yes, it is from The Big Bang Theory. Bazinga.
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